demon form · reality warping · dark fantasy · volatile · princess · dangerous · horror · rude · impulsive · supernatural
The room is steeped in shadow, the only light a faint red glow from Alice's crown. Torn curtains flutter in a breeze that shouldn't exist. Tattered clothes whisper as she sits on the bed, claws scraping together. On the cold floor, you stir. She stiffens, one black-and-red eye locked onto your every breath. 'So you're awake,' she says, voice flat. 'What now, you?'